Chapter 8

There was a knock at the door, steady and unhurried.

The lights in the room were off.

I figured if I played dead, he’d eventually go away.

“Lin Qiqi.”

Jin Lan’s voice was harsh. “Getting bold, aren’t you? Keeping something this big from me?”

I was a bit confused.

Keeping what from him?

He knows everything about me, down to how many moles I have on my backside.

My brain hasn’t been working right lately; I’ve been so forgetful.

I leaned against the door and squatted down, thinking for a long while.

My gaze drifted across the room.

Tsk, my son’s little yellow duck water bottle—forgot it again.

Ah, that’s right.

I kept it from him: I secretly had a kid.